Van Morrison Album

(Otis Blackwell)

We talked about the birdies
That fly up in the trees
We talked about the moon
And the stars we couldn't see
But you keep on pretending
You don't know what's wrong with me

Come on, let's talk, about us

We talked about the good times
That made us laugh and sigh
We talked about the bad times
That brought tears to our eyes
Now, I think it's about time
For you to realize

Come on, let's talk, about us

(Hey)
Dear, I swear I'll love you, 'til the very end
But I don't plan on stickin' around
If it's just to be your friend

We've talked, an' talked, an' talked, an' talked
But there's been nothin' said
The things that you've been talkin' about
Just don't stick to my head

Sometimes I think, little girl
That your heart is filled with lead

Come on, let's talk, about us

Well, dear I swear I'll love you
Oh, 'til the very end
Well, I don't plan on stickin' around
If it's just to be your friend

We've talked, an' talked, an' talked, an' talked
And there's been nothin' said
The thing that you've been talkin' about
Just don't stick to my head
My darlin' little girl
I think that your heart is made of lead

Come on, let's talk, about us

Come on, let's talk, about us

Well, well, well, well, well

(Hank Williams)

The news is out, all over town
That you've been seen, out runnin' 'round
I know that I should leave, but then
I just can't go
You win again

This heart of mine, could never see
What ev'rybody knows, but me
Just trustin' you (ya gotta trust in me, baby)
Was my great sin
What can I do?
You win again

This heart of mine, oh, I could never see
What ev'rybody knows but me
Just trustin' you (just trustin' you)
Was my great sin (that was my great sin)
What can I do?

(Hank Williams)

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go down the bayou
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well, jambalaya an' a crawfish pie an' a fil'e gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an' be gay-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Hey, an' the kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Well, and-a dress in style, go hog wild an' be gay-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well, jambalaya an' a crawfish pie, an' a fil'e gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Well a pick guitar, fill fruit jar an' be gay-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have a big fun on the bayou

Wanna settle down, far from town, get me a pirogue
Gonna catch all the fish in the bayou
Gonna swap my mon, to buy Yvonne, what she need-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have a big fun on the bayou

Well, jambalaya, an' a crawfish pie, an' a fil'e gumbo
'Cause, tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an' be gay-o

Now blue ain't the word for the way that I feel
And a storm brewin' in this heart of mine
This ain't no crazy dream, I know that it's real
You're someone else's love now, you're not mine.

Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new
For my yearnin' heart keeps sayin'
You're not mine

My troubled mind knows soon
To another, you'll be wed
and that's why I'm lonely all the time

Please take these treasured dreams
I had for you and me
And take all the love I thought was mine
This ain't no crazy dream, I know that it's real
But now, I'm so lonely all the time

Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new
For my yearnin' heart keeps sayin'
You're not mine
My troubled mind knows soon
To another you'll be wed
And that's why I'm lonely all the time

And that's why I'm lonely all the time

Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are toils
Of the cotton fields away
Gone to the fields
Of a better land, I know
I hear those gentle voices callin' me
Old Black Joe

I'm comin', I'm comin'
Though my head is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe

I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low)
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe

Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away
Gone to the fields of a better land I know
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe

I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe

I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old Black Joe

Old Black Joe

Old Black Joe

(A. Smith)

Think twice before you go
Baby, this'll be the end
Think twice before you go
Baby, this'll be the end
Can you leave me one time
Baby, you will leave again

Stay and suffer with me, baby
Then I'll know you paid your due
Stay and suffer with me, baby
Then I'll know you paid your due
If you're not there when I need you
Then you know you stand accused

Think twice before you go
Baby, this'll be the end
Think twice before you go
Baby, this'll be the end
If ya leave me one time
Baby, you will leave again

Ooh!

You're breakin' my heart
When ya know ya done me wrong
You're breakin' my heart
You know you done me wrong
Baby, come back home
Come back where you belong

Think twice before you go
Baby, this'll be the end
Think twice before you go
Baby, this'll be the end
If ya leave me one time
Baby, you will leave again

(One more time)

Think twice before you go
Baby, this'll be the end
Think twice before you go
Baby, this'll be the end
If ya leave me one time

No way Pedro, no way Jose
I just wanna know, are you goin' my way?
Oh, I saw you standin' by the borderline
You can never make up your mind

No way Cisco, no way Pancho
Why don't you meet me, back at the rancho?
Well, if you get there, please don't be late
How can I get you now, if I hesitate?

No way Kemosabe, no way Tonto
Come here quick, ya gotta make it pronto
Well, when you head them, off at the pass
Baby, I just want a love to last

No way Pedro, no way Jose
Just wanna know, are you goin' my way?
Oh, I saw you standin', by the borderline
I just want you to make up, your goddamned mind

You'll never make up your mind

Well, you'll never make up your mind

A-when your hands start a-clappin'
And your fingers start a-poppin'
When your feet wanna move around

And ya start to swing and sway
And the band begins to play
With a real cool way out sound

Then ya get the "can't help-it's"
And ya can't sit down
Feel like ya wanna move 'round an 'round

Need a shot of rhythm and blues
With just a little rock n' roll on the side
Just for good measure

Need a pair of dancin' shoes
With your lover by your side
Don't you know you're gonna have a lot of pleasure

Don't you worry about a thing
You start to dance and sing
And the chill bumps come up on you

Well, the beat'll finally get you
When the beat gets you, too and
Here's the thing for you to do

Hey, now, now, now

Need a shot of rhythm and blues
Well, just a little rock n' roll on the side
Just for good measure

Need a pair of dancin' shoes
With your lover by your side
Don't ya know you're gonna have a lot of pleasure

Don't ya worry about a thing
Ya start to dance and sing
Then the chill bumps come up on you

Well, the rhythm finally gets you
When the beat get you too, now
Here's the thing for you to do

Hey, now, now, now

Hey, now, now, now

Oh when, your hands start a clappin'
And your fingers start poppin'
When your feet wanna move around

Yeah, you start to swing and sway
And the band begins to play
With that real cool way out sound

Ya get the "can't help it's"
And ya can't sit down
Feel like ya wanna move 'round an 'round

Need a shot of rhythm and blues
With just a little rock n' roll on the side
Just for good measure

Need a pair of dancin' shoes
With your lover by your side
Don't ya know you're gonna have a lot of pleasure

Don't you worry about a thing
Ya start to dance and sing
And the chill bumps come up on you

Oh, the rhythm finally get you
When the beat get you too, now
Here's the thing for you to do

Hey, now, now, now (get it)

Hey, now, now, now

Need a shot of rhythm and blues

Need a shot of rhythm and blues

Need a shot of rhythm and blues

Need a shot of rhythm and blues
(I need a shot)

Need a shot of rhythm and blues
(Oh Lord)

Need a shot of rhythm and blues
(Oooh)

Need a shot of rhythm and blues
(That's right)

Need a shot of rhythm and blues

I'm a real gone lover
I'm hip, I'm in the know
I'm a real gone lover
I'm hip, I'm in the know
And if ya love me one time
You'll soon come back for more

Come over to my pad
Come over to my pad and play
Come over to my pad
Come over to my pad and play
Like the old saying goes
When sunshines, let's make hay

Well, I'm a nervous fella (he's a nervous fella)
I'm a nervous fella (he's a nervous fella)
I'm a little-little nervous fella
(He's a nervous fella)
I'm a little-little nervous fella
(He's a nervous fella)
I'm a nervous fella
Don't make me wait all night

I'm a real gone lover
I'm hip, I'm in the know
(Sing it with me)
I'm a real gone lover
I'm hip, I'm in the know
And if ya love me one time
You'll soon come back for more
(Come on over babe)

Come over to my pad
Come over to my pad and play
(Come on over)
Come over to my pad
Come over to my pad and play
(Come over baby) (ooo, I'm comin')
Like the old saying goes
When the sun shines, let's make hay, ha

I'm a nervous fella (I'm a real gone lover)
I'm a nervous fella (ho, I'm a real gone lover)
I'm a n-n-n-nervous fella (and I'm a real gone lover)
I'm-m-m a n-n-n-nervous fella (and I'm a real gone lover)
I'm a nervous fella
So don't make me wait all night

(Sing one more time)

I'm a nervous fella
(He's a nervous fella)
I'm a nervous fella
(And I'm a real gone lover)

I'm a n-n-n nervous fella
(Ooo, he's a nervous fella)
I'm a n-n-n nervous fella
(And I'm a real gone lover)
I'm a nervous fella
So, don't make me wait all night

(Hank Williams)

Why don't you love me like you used to do?
How come you treat me like a worn out shoe?
My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
Why don't you love me like you used to do?

Ain't had no lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin'
In a long, long while
We don't get nearer, further, closer than a country mile

Why don't you spark me like you used to do?
And say sweet nothin's like you used to coo
I'm the same old trouble that you've always been through
So why don't you love me like you used to do?

Well, why don't you just be like you used to be?
How come you find so many faults with me?
Somebody's changed so gimme a clue
Why don't you love me like you used to do?

Ain't had no lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin'
In a long, long while
We don't get nearer, further, closer than a country mile

Why don't you say the things you used to say?
What makes you treat me like a piece of clay?
My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
Why don't you love me like you used to do?

Why don't you love me like you used to do?

I don't want no Cadillac
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
One I got gonna take it back
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
Came out the house early this mornin'
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
Old Cadillac don't give me no warnin'
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C

Ooh, ooh, Cadillac
Cadillac

Looked in the trunk and there weren't no jack
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
I'm gonna take this Cadillac back
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
Oh, Willy and Lilly came walkin' up the street
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
Well, give me a wink makin' fun of me
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C

Go, ooh, Cadillac
Cadillac
(Ow!)

Go, ooh, Cadillac
Cadillac

Hopped in the car but the car wouldn't start
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
Cadillac is breakin' my heart
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
Got it started put it into drive
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
Wilder than the baby by my side
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C
(Ow!)

Go, ooh, Cadillac
Cadillac

Go, go
Go, ooh, Cadillac
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

Go, ooh, Cadillac
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

Go, oh, Cadillac

Well, it takes more than a robin
To make a winter cold
Then it takes two lips of fire
To melt away the snow
Yeah, and it takes two hearts a-cookin'
To make a fire glow
And baby, you got what it takes

(Pullin' together)

Well, it takes a lot of kissin'
To make a romance sweet
And it takes a lot of lovin'
To make my life complete

And it takes a lot of woman
To knock me off-a my feet

And baby, you got what it takes

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-we
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-we
Baby, you've got just what it takes

And it takes more than an effort
To stay away from you
And it takes more than a lifetime
To prove that I'll be true
(Sing it with me)

Yeah, and it takes somebody special
To make me say, "I do"
And baby, you got what it takes

Woo-woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-we
Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-we
Baby, you got just what it takes

Well, it takes more than an effort (hoo)
To stay away from you (ooo, I know it)
And it takes more than a lifetime
To prove that I'll be true

And it takes somebody special
To make me say, "I do"
And baby, you got what it takes
Oh yeah

And baby, you got what it takes

And baby, you got what it takes

Spoken:
When I first came to town, people
I was walking down Hasting Street
Everybody was talkin' about, Henry Swing Club
I decided to stop in there for awhile
And man, when I got there
Yeah, they were really havin' a ball

Sings:
Well, I feel so good
I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie
Well, to the break of day
(Say, it again)

Well, I feel so good
I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie
Well, to the break of day
(Alright)

When I was a young boy
I was layin' down one night
And I heard ma and pa talkin'
I heard pa tell ma
"Hey, come on, let that boy boogie-woogie
'Cause you know it's in him
And it's just got to come out"
'Cause it's in him
And it's just got to come out

Well, feels so good, child
I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie
Lord, 'til the break-a day
(Chillen, I'm chillen here)

Well, feels so good, now Lord
I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie, I wanna boogie
Yeah-ow, 'til the break of day